Page 55 of Shadow Warrior
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I’d never beenthe needy kind, but Payne’s absence was like a hole in my heart. If Brady had been here, I’d have curled up in his arms, and he’d have made me cocoa. If Hyde had been here, he would have sat with me and counseled me with wise words of comfort.
But they weren’t here. They’d been called away. I wasn’t alone, though. Kash had stayed, insistent that he would remain with me that night. We’d retreated from the shadow cadet dorms to the weaver ones. His reasoning—the bed was bigger, and he had an ensuite bathroom. Why the thought of sharing a bed with Kash didn’t faze me should have worried me. But I was too emotionally exhausted to dwell on it. All I knew was being alone tonight made me want to scream.
While Kash retreated into the shower, I kicked off my boots, stretched out on his bed, and closed my eyes. He was right, this bed was comfortable, so very comfortable …
A drop of water fell on my cheek, and I opened my eyes to find Kash hovering over me, his hair wet and his scent peachy and strong.
“You smell good.” My voice was hoarse from sleep, thoughts unguarded. “Peach shower gel too?” His lips looked soft and glistened slightly. “Peach lip balm again?”
He ran his thumb across his bottom lip and then held it to my lips. “Want to taste?”
This was the moment to turn my head away, to make a joke, but he was so close, and there was no denying the lick of heat in my belly or the electricity that jumped between us. It was a tugging sensation, urging me to let go. To just go with it.
I parted my lips in invitation.
His breath caught, and then he pressed his thumb into my mouth. I latched on, sucking and tasting the sweet balm. His eyes darkened and his breathing quickened, and my stomach flipped hard at his response. More. I swirled my tongue around the pad of his thumb, eliciting a moan that had my pulse racing. He covered my body with his half-naked one, clad only in loose joggers, and we sank into the mattress together. I cocked a knee and parted my thighs, allowing him to settle against me. He fit right, the hard planes of his body molding to mine as if we were meant to be, his slender hips perfectly aligned with mine. He was aroused, and every throb sent lances of need through me.
“Indigo …” He slid his thumb from my lips and replaced it with his mouth.
His lips were firm but soft, peachy and delicious, his tongue tasted minty as it wrestled with mine. I weaved my fingers through his thick, silky hair and made a fist, angling his head to deepen the kiss. We ground our hips together, slick wetness against the hard length of his cock. The friction, the angle, everything was working to drive me toward the edge. A roaring buzz filled my head, and then I was floating.
The weave glimmered far away.
What the fuck?
“Indigo?” I turned to see Kash. He was ethereal, glowing, and beautiful. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know.”
Our threads bobbed side by side, getting closer and closer, and then they touched.
Sensation ripped through me, sharp and electric. And then I was back on the bed with Kash on top of me, our mouths fused in a deep kiss and our bodies joined through the fabric of our clothes as an orgasm took us. I swallowed Kash’s guttural moan, and then his hips jerked as he came. His abandon was like a spur to mine, and a breathless cry caught in my throat as I tumbled into bliss with him.
We kissed as our bodies shuddered and flexed in the aftermath, softer, gentler. Tasting, nipping, licking.
Kash broke the kiss, laced his fingers through mine, and brought my arms up above my head. He locked gazes with me, his soft and questioning, and then he kissed me again. Slow, tentative, and sweet. My chest felt tight and full. Oh, God. This was so good but sooo bad at the same time. This was the beginning of another fall, one that involved my heart. How could I handle this on top of everything else? How could I feel this connection to him so soon and so intensely?
The weave, it had to be …
He pulled back a little, enough to look into my eyes but still have his breath graze my lips. “The weave … We were there together. That doesn’t happen. It’s not normal. Our threads touching like that …” He blew out a soft breath as if recalling and reveling in the feeling.
“There’s nothing normal about me, Kash.”
“No, Justice, you’re extraordinary. You make me feel things … Want things.” His gaze dropped to my mouth for a second. “I know you have a thing for the big guy in the shadow cadets—the second year, Brady.”
Surprise had a sobering effect. “You do?”
He looked sheepish. “I did some digging.”
“Why?”
“Dumb question, Justice.”
Oh … right.
“But you’re a weaver now,” he continued, “and monogamy isn’t necessary for our women. So, I was wondering … Indigo Justice … will you be my girlfriend for real?”
